The tribe was already preparing to cook. Han Cheng used a broken pottery pot to shovel some charcoal from the burning fire and walked out.

After thinking about it, he asked Lame who came over to him to carry some dry firewood and go out with him.

Coming to the tree trunk where he had drilled a hole yesterday, he put the charcoal in the pottery shards and started a fire with the dry firewood that Lame had brought.

After the flame burned for a while, he used two wooden sticks to pick up a piece of charcoal of the right size and put it into the hole he had chiseled on the tree trunk yesterday.

After the charcoal left the fire, the flame immediately became smaller, emitted blue smoke, and began to turn from red to black, giving people the illusion that it was about to go out.

Han Cheng, who had frequently dealt with flames over the past year, naturally would not let it "die" like this.

He took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and then performed artificial respiration on the charcoal in the wood pit.

Of course, it’s not the mouth-to-mouth kind, otherwise after all the actions, Han Cheng’s two mouths would be like sausages that can be eaten directly.

“Huh~~”

Han Cheng squatted on the ground, lowered his head, and blew away the spiritual energy at the piece of charcoal in the wood hole that looked like it was about to die.

The charcoal, which had turned black, immediately turned red in many places after receiving Han Cheng's spiritual energy, and regained its vitality.

It seems that artificial respiration is indeed a necessary skill at home and when traveling. It can be used to save a young lady who falls into the water, and even a charcoal fire that is about to be extinguished can be successfully rescued.

The charcoal that had been revived by Han Cheng's spirit began to glow and heat.

Its emotions were so fiery that even the wood next to it began to burst out with fiery emotions along with it.

Han Cheng's eyes filled with tears as he watched the mortise gradually deepen and expand under the burning charcoal.

He had to cry, this damn tree trunk was so smoky that he could hardly open his eyes...

In order to avoid himself being turned into dried meat by tears before even a single burn is done, Han Cheng stopped performing artificial respiration on the piece of charcoal that had become much smaller.

He stood up and looked around, trying to find something suitable to use as a blowpipe.

It turned out that there was nothing suitable.

If you have bamboo, it would be great. You just need to break through the bamboo joints and it will become a very useful blowpipe.

At this time, Han Cheng missed the bamboo forest in the village in the future very much.

What a pity! Han Cheng has not seen any bamboo in more than a year since he came here.

Of course, it is also related to the fact that the outside world is too dangerous and he often stays at home in the tribe.

Without anything suitable, Han Cheng could only continue to develop his imagination.

He set his sights on a large pile of bones that had accumulated in the tribe over the years.

Because of the large-scale production of bone shovels, a lot of these bones were consumed, but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t affect Han Cheng from finding suitable ones to make blowpipes.

Because bone shovels are made of flat, flaky bones, while blowpipes are long, cylindrical bone sticks.

Han Cheng found a bone stick about two or three centimeters in diameter and more than twenty centimeters long.

He couldn't tell what animal the bone came from. After all, since he arrived, everyone in the Qingque tribe had been eating fish.

I picked it up and took a look. It was in good condition, with no damaged parts. The marrow inside the bone had been almost eaten. It just needed a little rest before it could be used.

Han Cheng found a thin wooden stick and began to poke the hole in the bone stick.

After poking for a while, it knocked gently on the ground and some black residue fell out. Han Cheng looked at it and could see a little light, which meant that the bone stick had penetrated.

He cleaned the bone stick with water, then put one end to his mouth and blew air. After trying it, he still felt it was not smooth, so he poked it with a thin wooden stick. After poking for a while, he let it go and blew air to try the ventilation effect.

"Um?"

Han Cheng, who was putting the bone stick to his mouth and trying to blow air, looked up with some confusion.

Because two feet and a big bowl appeared in front of him. In the bowl was steaming salted fish soup with a lot of the most popular green rapeseed.

"Son of God, drink the soup. This doesn't taste good."

He looked up and saw the familiar face of his senior brother, but unlike before, today there was a cautious look on his face, like a child who had done something wrong.

As he said this, he pushed the large bowl with more meat and less soup in his hand towards Han Cheng, and at the same time stretched out his other hand, trying to take away the bone stick that Han Cheng still held against his mouth.

It was not surprising for the eldest brother to behave like this. He was a little confused when he first saw the Son of God's strange behavior, but then he understood.

The Son of God is hungry!

I'm so hungry that I'm going to eat some old bone sticks!

It’s all my fault!

If I hadn't been so absorbed in my work last night and woke up late this morning, and hadn't asked someone to cook late, the Son of God wouldn't have been so hungry that he would have to eat this old bone stick that he couldn't even eat...

So after the salty fish soup was ready, the eldest brother immediately scooped out a thick bowl of it and hurriedly brought it to the starving Son of God.

Drink soup? This is not delicious?

Han Cheng blinked in confusion, looked at his senior brother's face and movements which seemed a little nervous and self-blaming, then lowered his eyes to look at the bone stick that was pressed against his mouth, and suddenly understood something.

Han Cheng sniffed. Was he the kind of person who, when hungry, would not let go of even such an old bone stick?

"This, blow the fire, don't eat it."

In order to prevent the label of 'Bone Gnawing Maniac' from being completely imprinted on himself, and at the same time to eliminate the guilt of his senior brother, Han Cheng quickly explained after realizing what was going on.

Looking at the eldest brother's eyes that were fixed on the bone stick, Han Cheng felt that it would not be easy for him to get rid of this label from the eldest brother.

The world is big, but eating is the most important. No matter if you are crazy or not, just fill your stomach first and then think about other things.

Han Cheng washed his hands, picked up the bowl of rice and started to eat it.

The eldest brother, who was eating with a bowl not far away, would secretly glance at the Son of God from time to time while eating.

He wanted to take the bone stick just now, but the Son of God wouldn't let him. This made him very worried that the Son of God would take advantage of the bone stick again...

“Huh~”

Han Cheng puffed up his cheeks and continued blowing on the fire.

The blowpipe made of bone sticks was very useful. It created distance between Han Cheng and the charcoal, protecting him from the smoke and preventing him from crying.

And because the hole in the bone stick is relatively small, the air blown out from the small hole has greater force, which is more conducive to the burning of the charcoal than blowing directly with the mouth, and it also saves effort.

As the charcoal continued to glow and heat up, the mortise on the tree trunk became larger and deeper, and the speed was much faster than using a stone chisel.

But a new problem arose, that is, the already burned area would continue to burn. At this rate, by the time Han Cheng achieved the depth he wanted, the mortise would be completely destroyed.